He has an idea that mutiny at night is like hittin' a man when he's down--as if there was any other way of hittin' Henshaw an' gettin' away with it!" The chuckle of the sailors was like the rumble of the machinery below, blended and lost with that sound.
"So he's out--an' you know what that means," went on Hovey.
A light came into the pale eyes of Sam Hall, and his thick lips pulled back in a grin.
"Aye," he growled, "we do! He's a strong man, but"-- and here he raised his vast arms and stretched them--"I'll tend to Harrigan!" The voice of the bos'n was sharp: "None o' that! Wait till I give orders, Sam, before you raise a hand.

We're too far from the coast.

Let old Henshaw bring us close inshore, an' then we'll turn loose." "What I don't see," said one of the sailors, "is how we make out for hard cash after we hit the coast.

We beach the Heron--all right; but then we're turned loose in the woods without a cent." "You're a fool," said Garry Cochrane.

"We loot the ship before we abandon her.